"Marksmanship"

[The Director]

Sign In Sheet:

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A new "class" had just started. It was a way to get the students more active around the Academy. Since Denton was around, he could make full use of the Academy students and even take advantage of the fact that they have to do what he says and such. Denton decided to hold a "class."

Only thing was, Denton wasn't the one who was going to be teaching it. Who was going to be teaching it? That was something Denton wasn't going to reveal. He would let the students at the Academy find out for themselves. It was better off that way.

In a designated area of the classroom section of the Academy, Denton wrote down a sign-up sheet. Everybody who signed up would instantly be teleported to the location where this "class" would be taking place.

Denton had plenty of ulterior motives for this class. But he wasn't going to reveal them. If people found out, they wouldn't sign up for this class. And Denton wanted people to sign up for his "class."

As Denton left the sign-in sheet, he would quietly and quickly leave the scene without being spotted by any of the students and faculty.

"Problem solved, Denton... Problem solved..."

[Shadow Chrestmire]

"Bout time a Class I can take!" Shadow remarked as he signed his name "finely I'll show them what marksmanship is." Shadow said readying his uzi. Suddenly he was in another location "The hell?" Shadow looked around he kenw he wasen't knocked out and no one could have cast anything as he was in school.
"Someone want to tell me whats going on here he asked to no one impiticular"

OoC:had to modify because one the first was way to short and second the reason for that was the bus had just showen up in the middle of the post.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan walked past the class board in the middle of the afternoon. It was a nice enough day, but then again Tristan liked being inside as much as out. The hunter's peripheral vision caught sight of something he never expected to see in the Academy. Stopping dead, his foot still in the air, his head shot to the side and read the sheet. 'Marksmanship'

"Well I'll be damned....I don't exactly need it...but this could be fun." A flex of mana, as he didn't feel like wrenching out a pen, and a tiny spark of a flame appeared at the end of Tristan's finger.

1. Shadow Christmere
2. Tristan Knightrhode
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As soon as he disengaged the mana to his finger, making the ash trail signature on the paper-

PHASE SHIFT!!

"What the fuck!?" Tristan shouted, now in a large room, Igneus feeling sick on his shoulder, his armaments still intact. When he realized what had happened, "Fuck I hate those teleporters..." A few seconds and he was good to go once again.

[Chephros]

Chephros was walking the halls when he saw a list that seemed to be a sign-in sheet for a class. Considering he had seen most classes as join ins, he simply looked at it quickly.

1. Shadow Christmere
2. Tristan Knightrhode

And so he looked at the paper and put his finger to it, carefully clawing out his name in the paper. Not cutting through fully, just making small dots and lines to spell out his name.

3: Chephros

As soon as his name was there he was gone from the paper and looking at the two students already phase shifted into the new place. He didn't really look around as he quickly bent down slightly, grasped his stomach and waited. He wouldn't hurl, but the jabbing pain in his stomach was insane.

Oh how he hated teleporting, phase shifting, and anything of the like.

[Syril Ænari]

Tripping lightly down the hallway in his usual lighthearted fashion, Syril whistled quietly to himself, letting the familiar notes issue from his lips while his mind was occupied with other tasks. He couldn't seem to go anywhere without making a little music as he went; the pleasure he derived of his own melody was well worth and odd stares he got while walking in a public hallway, and on this particular day, the weather just felt paricularly apt for it.

As it turned out, this particular hallway took Syril past the large bulletin board upon which class schedules, announcements and sign-ups were always posted. As always, he ground to a halt in order to better survey the messages contained therein; an advertisement for an elementalism demonstration on Thursday, which Syril would attend, a flier asking students to volunteer in ridding the campus of excess litter, which Syril would do, yet another warning against the usage of weapons upon school grounds, which Syril would abide by... oh good, a sight up sheet for another class! Hardly even looking at name at the top of the sheet, he whipped out a green pen and began to sign his name.

The one thing, or rather things that gave him pause were the names scrawled directly above his own; one appeared to be burned into the paper, the other clawed. Syril sighed, shaking his head lightly. Eager students, always in a hurry to show off their abilities to the world. Syril was capable of carving his name into the paper using razors of hardened air with the precision of a diamond cutter, but that didn't mean he was going to. He had more worthwhile methods of proving his individuality. Continuing where he left off, Syril completed his signature with a loopy flourish and a smile.

1. Shadow Christmere
2. Tristan Knightrhode
3. Chephros
4. Syrillian Ænari
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6.

Immediately, he felt a tug somewhere in his stomach area and found himself abruptly very much not there. Rather, he was standing in precisely the position he had been in a heartbeat earlier, his pen still extended forward. A beat passed, during which Syril blinked once, slowly. The pen then clattered abruptly to the ground, as Syril's knees gave out.

Reeling from the sudden transportation, Syril sat awkwardly on the floor, wondering where he was, what was going on, and why he was hearing Portugese moaning noises. Maybe if he shook his head to clear it, things would start to make a bit more sense. Syril thought he sensed the preasance of others, but right now the world was spinning too fast for him to check. Suddenly the day wasn't going so well any more...

[Cirkel]

It had been a long day at the academy. Cirkel had hurt himself about a month before. Well, actually, he fell off the second floor. Very recently he had borrowed a Nintendo DS and New Super Mario from someone who wanted him to give it a try for a while. He would later learn that one, the windows aren't strong enough to hold a fair-sized teen moving in a fair stride, and that bowser can breathe fire. Who knew?!

Well, after his month in the medical wing healing two broken ribs, as well as three cracked, both his legs, one arm, and a serious concussion, all of which he figured healed quicker due to the "Magic School" equation, he saw it! His first class! Well, he had looked in at a few, though this was his first REAL class, and truth be told, it sounded okay. It wasn't something that would put a lot of strain on him, so all was good!

Cirkel withdrew a pen after rummaging around in his shoulder-strap pack which he had recently found himself carrying around quite a bit lately. He scribbled his name down in less-than-satisfactory in the fifth slot.

1. Shadow Christmere
2. Tristan Knightrhode
3. Chephros
4. Syrillian Ænari
5. Cirkel Syk
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[Arche]

Arche eyes the sign up sheet with a degree of curiosity. "Marksmanship?" She grins a toothy grin. "That's right up my alley." Indeed, though many of the classes she had taken thus far had been informative, most had been mostly basic and general in terms of subject matter. This one, though, should prove to be extremely useful. Her own gun-magery is mostly home-grown, so learning about the field in an official course should be excellent!

After a quick trip to her dorm room to pick up her gun and bag of gear, Arche returns to the sign up sheet, which thankfully still has an open slot. Arche signs her name on the last line. A curious whirling, falling situation accompanies the blur of reality collapsing into nothingness and reassembling itself as she is teleported to the designated class location. As the process ends, Arche stumbles a bit. She is a bit dizzy, and is unaware of the surroundings for a moment as she regains her composure.

1. Shadow Christmere
2. Tristan Knightrhode
3. Chephros
4. Syrillian Ænari
5. Cirkel Syk
6. Arche M.

[The Director]

OOC: Other students can join if they want. However, any other students that sign-up will be magically transported outside the room. Most notably end up in the large pool.

As soon as the students signed up for this "class", they were all magically transported into a very large room that seemed be some sort of large recreational room. Kind of like the ones you see in the celebrity's houses on MTV Cribs. Looked like it was one of these places.

It was somewhat sunny outside. Pretty damn nice day and such. One section of the large room had a bar stocked up and loaded with all sorts of booze and drinks. But it looked as if nobody was at the bar this moment. On another side was a pool table.

There were plenty of arcade machines around as the place looked to be a mini-arcade. This was one big room that encompassed about two stories. There was a large 70" HDTV with a bunch of game consoles hooked up such as the Nintendo Wii, Sega Dreamcast, X-Box 360, PS3, PS2, etc.

However, instead of games being played on TV, Brazilian porn was being played on the TV. The students would be watching and hearing hot Brazilian chicks getting fucked on the large HDTV. Apparently someone forgot to turn off the TV, then again maybe not. The satellite box on top of the TV seemed to be recording the entire porno flick.

If the students would take their attention away from the TV set, there was a letter on the coffee table in the middle of the room. It was out in the open for the students to read. On that letter was a set of instructions:

Dear Students,

Sorry for bringing you all here under somewhat "false" pretenses. But I need someone to babysit my fucking dumbass stepbrother... I'm busy doing stuff up at the Academy so I needed you guys to babysit him. Sorry for lying and saying it was for a marksmanship class.

Then again, it could be a marksmanship class since my stepbrother carries a piece on him all the time. So, um just pretend this is an actual class going on. Just let him run his mouth.

Thanks,

Denton

Once the students would get done reading the letter, it would magically vanish. To hide the evidence.

Then a voice erupted from upstairs.

"Who the fuck is up in 50 Yen's house?!"

[Shadow Chrestmire]

"Cheepsteak," Shadow mummbled he looked around some things began appear Shadow readied his Shotgun then cooled down as he saw it was just other students. "Wow how do you guys do that dissapearing out of no where trick?"

Shadow asked shakeing his head and we don't have a teacher for a class. My first might I add." So anyone have a clue how we got here or where we are?" pretend this is a class? so maybe I should just shoot everyone huh?

[Tristan Knightrhode]

The hunter looked around, shrugging at Shadow's question. He saw the T.V. and what was on it. The systems, the pool tables, the dart boards...What kind of classroom was this? The man walked over to the table, noting something ordinary in the idiocrity. A peice of paper.

Picking it up in his gauntleted hand, he began to read it aloud for all to hear. "Dear Students,

Sorry for bringing you all here under somewhat 'false' pretenses. But I need someone to babysit my fucking dumbass stepbrother... I'm busy doing stuff up at the Academy so I needed you guys to babysit him. Sorry for lying and saying it was for a marksmanship class.

Then again, it could be a marksmanship class since my stepbrother carries a piece on him all the time. So, um just pretend this is an actual class going on. Just let him run his mouth.

Thanks, Denton."

He put agnst on the name. The paper vanished from his hand just as it curled into a fist, "Denton Tran, you peice of shit." Then the voice rang out from upstairs, and Tristan's head dropped. "Goddamnit." He looked to the others. "Ok, this shmuck is one of the new teachers brothers. Don't kill him, just disarm him. Tie him up if you want. Judging from the letter, I don't think Denton gives a damn." He said simply, Drawing ebony, his black and brown handgun.

The hunter walked to the stair well, and waited for '50 Yen' to come down. Once he was down, Tristan would smash the gun from his hand, and do a basic Osoto geri, Outside sweep.

[Shadow Chrestmire]

"You mean I don't get to shoot anything" Shadow complained but he pulled his Magnum anyway. Then opposit of Tristan he waited just in case Tristan needed help.

[Aiyon]

Tas was wandering past the notice board when she noticed a new addition. The notice said "Marskmanship" on it. I could use some practice... so this will be good. was her internal response, and it was truthful too. Her own natural accuracy with her pistol was quite bad, and in dire need of improvement. So getting taught by someone who knew about is was a good idea.

Looking at the list of names Tas smiles when she spots some empty places at the bottom of the sheet. It looked like there was space left, so she pulls a pen out and adds her name. It was a little satisfaction that she removed her pen from the paper, then she felt the world lurch around her.

*SPLASH*

A few seconds later found Tas spluttering in the water at the middle of a large pool. She pulled her gun from its holster and glared around venomously for the culprit, between bursts of coughing to bring up the water she'd tried to breathe.
When she doesn't see a soul around she decides it would be more sensible to head for the side, seeing as her waterlogged jeans were threatening to sink her.

"Seriously... *cough*... i'm gonna shoot someone for this!"

[Arche]

Arche listens as the man Tristan reads the paper aloud. What a terrible trick for a teacher to play on them...

Upon thinking that, she surveys the surroundings. There are about a half dozen students total, it seems. She recognizes Syril, of course, whom she smiles at, and the Shadow fellow had stopped by her place in town once, if she rememberd correctly.

As for the location, Arche couldn't imagine any better place to get tricked into spending the afternoon. Well, she could if she tried, but it's just an expression, so get over it. It's a beautiful home with all the trimmings: a pool, video games, et cetera. The Brazilian porn doesn't score any points though. It's not the subject material, it's just that...well, wouldn't the actors babbling in Portugese sort of ruin it for you too?

That's when Arche spots it...a fully stocked bar! She beelines it on over and lets herself in behind it and glances through the selections, which are more than adequate to keep a good sized party afloat.

Seeing as their teacher had decided to trick them into babysitting duty, Arche sees nothing wrong with sampling the stock. She hunts around, finds a mixer and where the hard ice is stored, and makes herself a little something. Three measures of Gordon's, one of Vodka, 1/2 of Lillet Blanc, shaken over ice and a thin slice of lemon added at the end, served in a wine goblet: A Vesper. Arche hadn't had one in at least a week. She leans lazily on the counter and sips at it, listening and watching the conversations passively. Someone had just plunked into the pool too; how strange!

[Chephros]

Chephros looked around, repulsed by what was playing on the television set. First off he truly didn't like humans to begin with. Secondly, seeing them in the recorded process of what should be their mode of reproduction for pleasure really didn't suit him well. He had never had alcohol before, but had heard what it did. Of course, hearing that from alcoholics who loved the stuff made it sound great. Too bad for him.

He looked as the female walked over to the bar and noticed the liquor instantly. He had gotten a description from the two drunks then moved them along at the school and now that he had found it he figured he might as well try it. He walked over, looked at a bottle of vodka, found a cup, and poured some. He had no idea that having Russian vodka straight in the amount one would have water would burn like mad, but hell, he did it anyway. He poured himself roughly 10 ounces of straight Russian vodka and looked at it in the cup before drinking it. Instantly he felt a burning in his throat and simply stood there. After a few moments his neck twisted on i'ts own to the right and he stood there while straightening his head out.

"Yah XSA nindel jivviim."

He wasn't really caring at this point. After the combat trial he had gone through, he found it more efficient to wield one blade at a time, so he had his right one on at the time being. The cup was in his left hand. He set it down and moved away from the table, then went towards the hall. He really didn't want to deal with some idiot at this point, a burning sensation still in his throat. Even if the dude had a gun Chephros had his blade and some damn strong armor.

"This kid is not going to have fun."

The demon's tail swung to the front of him and he grabbed the end. His hand charged with Chaos like it would for his helix strike, but instead of using the attack he simply used it to show the crystal in his tail. A soul crystal. The incredibly delicate gem that could be used through an opponents wound to trap their soul inside. Covered by the black fog, it was untouchable as the fog seemed to absorb anything and everything, but it also couldn't drain someone of their soul. Outside the fog it was as brittle as ever but could kill someone with mere contact to a basic cut. His hand moved away and the fog returned.

"Punk! Get your ass down here!"

[Shadow Chrestmire]

"well it's not like we're trying to be stealthly so this perv can" Shadow fired his handgun blowing up the T.V "Quit playing with himself.